Details: So sorry that this took longer than expected to update. But thank you so much for your support! I love you guys :)))))
Summary for the Chapter: Neal and Co. take a little trip to the doctor while Peter tracks down a very bad man.
Disclaimer: No, not mine.
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Elizabeth reached over to pull the blue comforter around the sleeping boy. She stroked his hair and kissed his burning forehead lovingly. She stared as his small and bony chest as it rose and fell underneath the white shirt. The poor boy's stomach was empty of all food and liquids, and she regretted her choice to not provide him with any nutrients, but was almost certain that it would come back up anyways.
She had placed an old beat up bucket next to the bed, in place of hauling him to the bathroom every ten minutes. He was scared to use it, however, for he believed that he would end up making a mess. Elle couldn't explain it to him properly that she didn't care, as long as it made his tummy feel better.
The young con had sweated through three of Peter' tees in the last hour, and Elle feared that she would have to take him to the hospital at this rate; his temperature hovered just under 103 degrees. She felt her breath release as she heard the slamming of the front door downstairs. She quietly slipped off the bed, careful not to disturb the tiny sleeper, and headed for the stairs, prepared to greet her worried husband.
"Hey hon." Peter said quietly. He made his way over to the coffee maker to refill his glass. "Aw, hon you look like you've been through hell." He said, as he turned to look at her. Elle was sure she did with her wrinkly stained shirt and moussed hair.
"Well that poor kid certainly has, he hasn't stopped vomiting for more than five minutes." As if on cue, sounds of retching appeared from the floor above. Both Burkes headed for the stairs, sprinting up them to get to their child.
Peter knelt next to the kid, and rubbed his back in soothing circles. "Get it all out bud. I know it's awful." Neal had nothing coming up except for dry heaves; it wasn't a reassuring sign.
Once he had finished, he climbed weakly into Peter's open arms. "I no feel so good Pe-er." He mumbled, shuddering.
"I know, we are going to fix that right now." From his pocket appeared a small bear, which he handed to Neal. "Jones sent that for you."
"Tank you, Jo-nes." He mumbled, encircling the tiny stuffed animal with his arms.
He looked at Elle, and a silent agreement passed through them. Peter carefully took Neal's arm, eyes immediately finding the site of the needle. "Hey buddy, we are going on a special trip. How does that sound?" He whispered into the child' s ear.
Neal's eyes had almost shut. He managed a little nod. "Are we goin to meet people on tis spe-shal trip?" He asked.
"Yes." He kissed his head. "We are going to meet people who can make you feel better. Does that sound good?"
Neal wrapped his arms around Peter's neck. "Make my tummy feel bet-ter please." He said, weakly.
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With the bucket secured to the floor, and Neal wrapped in Peter's FBI issued sweatshirt, the Burkes headed for the closest peditrician. Older Neal hated doctors, but hopefully younger Neal would be able to deal with them, as long as they made he stomach feel better.
Once they arrived at the brilliantly coloured building, Peter carefully brought Neal into his arms, followed by Elizabeth, carrying the empty green bucket. The ''family'' headed into the rainbow coloured doors.
"Neal Caffrey to see Doctor DiLuca?" Peter asked, pulling out his badge for identification. The woman looked at him, and took a look at his ID.
"Welcome agent Burke. What an adorable little boy you have!" the red-haired receptionist said as she reached out and touched the little con's knee. Neal offered her a tiny smile before settling himself on Peter's shoulder. Elizabeth signed the forms with a flourish, and the threesome sat in a nearby waiting room, filled with other families with sick children.
An hour passed before a man emerged from the long hallway.
"Neal Patrick Caffrey?" A deep tanned, dark salt and peppered haired foreign man walked past other people dressed in a light blue scrub suit. His eyes scanned the nearby persons. Elizabeth waved her hand and stood.
"This is Neal." She pointed patting the sleepy baby's back gently.
The man smiled revealing kind dimples. "Well why don't you come on back Mr. and Mrs. Caffrey and we will get…"
"Oh this is not my son, sir. He is just a friend." Peter corrected, instantly regretting it. He pulled the badge again from his slacks pocket with his free hand. "Special Agent Peter Burke."
The doctor smiled again, this time with a hint of curiosity in it. "Alright then, come on back to exam room 9 and we will get started." The doctor led them down a stark white corridor to a green painted door. They stepped into the sterile smelling room and placed Neal atop the sheet covered table. Peter watched as the doctor carefully washed and dried his hands, slipping on a pair of latex gloves and a mask before re-entering the room.
"Okay, Mr. Caffrey. What brings you in here today?" He asked, taking a seat in the rolling chair, sliding towards the boy.
Neal's eyes rolled open. "Tummy hurts. Head hurts." He murmured.
Dr. DiLuca pulled a thermometer from the door, and unfastened the stethoscope from around his neck. He gently reached inside Neal's t-shirt, and said, "Deep breath for me buddy."
Neal did as he was told, shivering under the touch of the ice cold medical instrument.
"And again." He said, repositioning the device. Neal repeated the procedure.
Next the doctor placed a cover over a thermometer, and slipped under Neal's tongue. It beeped once. A moment passed before it beeped again.
"103.4. That is enough to transfer him to the E.R. for the night." He said, looking at the sleeping form of Neal. Elle gasped, hands flying to her mouth in shock. Peter simply stared at the doctor with a squared jaw eager to return into the field to nab the idiot that caused this entire incident.
"Because of his young age I am going to prescribe a light IV to regain some of the fluids his body lost. I see this odd injection site, was he given something?" The doctor turned and addressed the waiting Burkes.
They looked at one another. "We believe that he was poisoned, sir." Elle said, softly.
"May I ask how?" The doctor asked, positioning the stethoscope around his neck once more.
"It is in regards to an ongoing FBI investigation, we believe that the suspect came into the house and injected Neal with some sort of substance. I am sorry, I can't say more." Peter explained.
"Ah, I see. Well, we can pump his stomach but I can't see what good it will do. He will have most likely already expelled the poison already. I think that fluids is the best thing right now. I can show you to a room, Mr. and Mrs. Burke, if you would please follow me." The doctor scrawled something onto a white pad of paper and rose. He held out the paper with one hand.
"Shall we?" He said, raising an eyebrow.
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